To exist is to sufferAnd clinging has consequencePain follows inextricably, a shadow.For that which you grasp for has already goneEach precious moment: a phantom in your hand.The five Khandha streams are empty.And not who you really are.
To exist is to suffer
And clinging has consequence
Pain follows inextricably, a shadow.
For that which you grasp for has already gone
Each precious moment: a phantom in your hand.
The five Khandha streams are empty.
And not who you really are.